Chapter 21： ravioli (2/2)

He Yang: ”Sleep for a while?”

”Hmm.” Shen Xiuzhu obediently came down, laying on the bed and covering the quilt.

The nurse took away the dinner plate on the table, and Uncle Zhou also handed over the computer bag.

”Young Master He.” Uncle Zhou put the insulation box on the table again, opened the lid, and said, ”Mr. Xu asked me to bring the wontons.”

He Yang glanced at it, and as soon as he took the spoon, he suddenly heard a violent cough coming from the hospital bed.

Shen Xiuzhu curled up in a ball on the bed with a painful expression, looking a little uncomfortable, and because of the cough, the corners of his eyes were a little red.

He Yang quickly leaned over, patted Shen Xiuzhu lightly, and asked, ”What's wrong?”

Shen Xiuzhu's eyes were red, and it took a while to calm down. He propped himself up a little, glanced at the wontons on the table, and said weakly, ”Maybe the wontons smell a little oily, and they don't smell very comfortable...”

He Yang glanced at the insulation box on the table and said lightly, ”Uncle Zhou, take the things away.”

”Huh?” Uncle Zhou was taken aback for a moment, but he still came down, ”Okay.”

Uncle Zhou put away the insulation box and prepared to take it back.

Shen Xiuzhu grabbed He Yang's arm and said, ”Actually, it's not bad, just endure the taste and don't need to take it away.”

He Yang looked over, helped Shen Xiuzhu cover up with the quilt, and said softly, ”If you feel uncomfortable, don't bear it.”

It's just a bowl of wontons anyway.

He Yang stayed in the hospital until the evening, until it was confirmed that Shen Xiuzhu was in a better condition, and then he left.

When I got back to the apartment, it was pitch black.

Turning on the light, He Yang was about to go back to the bedroom when he suddenly noticed a figure sleeping on the sofa.

The black-haired young man was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, and was sleeping soundly. He only had a loose nightgown on his body, and the neckline was still open.

On the table next to it, there was the insulation box containing the wontons.

He Yang walked over to the sofa and whispered, ”Yanyan.”

Xu Chengyan woke up in a daze, and his consciousness was still somewhat awake, ”Sir?”

He Yang asked: ”How do you sleep on the sofa?”

”Wait for Mr. to come back.” Xu Chengyan said, stood up, glanced at the insulation box on the table again, and asked, ”Do you want to eat something tonight, sir?”

He Yang: ”I have eaten.”

The tone of the conversation between the two was still the same as usual, as if nothing had happened.

He Yang stretched out his hand, rubbed the young man's head, noticed that the other person's eyes seemed to be a little red and swollen, and asked, ”What's wrong with the eyes?”

Xu Chengyan held the hand beside his face and said in a low voice, ”Sleep for too long during the day, and it's a little swollen.”

He Yang looked at the docile young man in front of him, and because the nightgown on the youth was not properly worn, from his perspective, he could see the scenery inside the nightgown completely.

He Yang didn't say a word, just leaned over a little, pressed on the young man, and put a hand in from under the nightgown.

Xu Chengyan also understood what the man wanted to do, and obediently lay on the sofa, cooperating with the man's movements.

The suit jacket was thrown on the floor, He Yang crouched on the young man, bowed his head and left a hickey on the young man's white collarbone.

Xu Chengyan raised his head, humming softly in his throat, hugging the man's shoulder with one hand, and touching the man with the other hand.

”Sir.” Xu Chengyan hooked his tie, looked up, and asked, ”Do you want to use a tie?”

”Yeah.” He Yang took off his tie and covered the peach blossom eyes of the young man.

The body temperature was getting higher and higher, Xu Chengyan hugged the man's shoulder and cooperated abnormally.

Immerse yourself in joy.